I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

His methods are truly admirable!

Asen couldn't help showing a bit of guilt and embarrassment on his face.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Ming, that was all because I was ignorant before. Don't hold it against me. Come on...what medicine do you want? I'll cut in line for you!"

"follow me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused dissatisfaction among the people around.

Who here hadn't been queuing for hours? Why did Mingchuan change his expression the moment he arrived?

"Asen, you're going a bit too far. If you wanted to help this person through the backdoor, you shouldn't have said it directly in front of us."

"That's right, Mingchuan is of high status, but you can't flatter him so servilely."

"Are you a running dog?!"

Asen's face suddenly fell, and he turned around and glared at everyone.

"Shut up, everyone. What's this got to do with you? If you keep nagging, you might not be able to get your medicine."

"What?!" Everyone was stunned and even more angry.

But before these people could react, Asen bulged his eyes and raised a questioning voice to everyone in a proud manner.

This look made everyone swallow their grievances in their hearts in a strange way.

Blame it all on Mingchuan!

Mingchuan never gets involved in internal conflicts. This is the convenient road he deserves. Why should he give it up?

He smiled brightly: "Excuse me, Arsen, please take me in."

"Row."

Asen agreed immediately, grinning with his big white teeth.

"Master, a visitor has arrived! Your benefactor has arrived!"

Hearing this voice, Mr. Yan, who was treating a patient, was stunned for a moment, quickly withdrew his hand, and hurriedly walked outside.

At this time, Asen had already led Mingchuan in.

He smiled brightly, "Look, haven't you been paying attention to President Ming recently? Now he's here to see you!"

Old Yan held his breath and nodded with a look of satisfaction on his face: "Haha, look at me? Mr. Ming is already a big shot now, how could he take the time to specially bring an old man like me?"

"Mr. Ming, how can I help you this time?"

When they met again after many days, their moods were still different. Even Asen's attitude towards Mingchuan had changed 180 degrees, not to mention the atmosphere between them.

Mingchuan looked at the patient next to him and scanned his face for a while.

The patient felt uneasy, but he didn't dare to refute Mingchuan. He could only stare at him in dissatisfaction, hoping that Mingchuan could understand what he meant.

Mingchuan smiled and said, "Long time no see. Mr. Yan, you are still the same as always, and you look quite strong. However, this is not a reason for you to say that to me, haha."

Seeing that he was not angry, Asen subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Yan laughed and said, "We've been friends for so many years, why do you care about this?"

"Come on, come in and sit down."

Mingchuan narrowed his eyes and smiled at the helpless person who was seeing a doctor next to him.

"Have you finished examining this gentleman's case?"

Old Yan shook his head and pushed his reading glasses on his face.

"Not yet. It's just the right time for you to come, Xiaochuan. I sell medicine, not treat patients. This person says he has a strange disease, but I can't figure out the root cause of the problem."

"Ah?" Mingchuan blinked in confusion.

Has Mr. Yan's skills deteriorated to this extent?

Forget it, since he came here and the other party asked for his help, and he also had something to ask for, it would be a good opportunity for him to help, and the favor could be offset.

Mingchuan walked up to the man, looked at him again seriously, and then spoke.

"Have you been having trouble sleeping lately, losing your appetite, feeling weak, and shivering all over? Do your limbs feel like they're about to break from the cold?"

The patient was still in a daze, but his eyes suddenly brightened when he heard Mingchuan could describe most of his symptoms just by looking at the surface.

He nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, doctor, do you know what's going on? I went to the hospital for a check-up, and the doctors said I had kidney deficiency and asked me to take more supplements, but I..."

Mingchuan continued, "But not only did you not recover, you also overdosed and have been suffering from constant nosebleeds and high fevers. These conditions have affected your normal work, and the high fever has persisted. Going to the hospital and receiving IV drips has been useless."

"right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!!" The patient nodded frantically as if he had seen his reborn parents, and bowed repeatedly to Mingchuan, saying, "Doctor, what's going on with me? Can you save me? I'm really going crazy."

"I've been to many hospitals, but nothing worked. I recently thought of trying my luck with Elder Yan. What if there's a chance I can be saved?"

"But just now, Master Yan looked at me for a long time and couldn't explain it!"

"Ugh!"

The guy was extremely frustrated for a moment, and when he finished saying this, the surprise that Mingchuan had just brought to him was gradually disappearing.

After all, not everyone pays attention to the news. He didn't know the man in front of him, but just thought he was young and energetic. What use was a young man like him to have a disease that even Old Yan was unable to cure?

"Forget it. If I can't be cured, that's my fate. Since you, Mr. Yan, have guests here, I'll go back first..."

This guy has a pretty good attitude.

Mingchuan smiled and shouted as he looked at his back as he was about to leave.

"Sir, please stay."

The man turned around and looked at Mingchuan with some confusion, "What's wrong?"

Mingchuan said, "I've already told you your symptoms, but you don't plan to stay. Do you not want to live anymore?"

The man's heart trembled. He wanted it, why not? But he was powerless.

Maybe he overheard their conversation outside the door just now and guessed his illness.

But he was Mr. Yan's guest after all, so he suppressed some dissatisfaction and said, "Young sir, how are you going to save me?"

Haha, this name has changed quite quickly.

Mingchuan looked at his gloomy face, his eyes fixed on his dark forehead, his thin cheeks, the dark circles under his eyes, and his dark purple lips...

All of these show that this person is already terminally ill.

Especially there is a bulge on his neck, and the blue veins along the bulge are particularly obvious.

To be honest, this look is a bit scary.

He was so thin that only bones were left, and his skinny body looked like a piece of firewood waiting to be burned.

So pitiful.

Mingchuan looked at his chest and abdomen and said, "You must have had a lot of surgery in recent years, right?"

The patient was stunned. He had never told this to Mr. Yan before.

He nodded hesitantly: "Yes, what's wrong?"